This story is a request from Mr. War. This takes place in a Human Alternate Universe of the Prime series. War never broke out here. Warning: This fiction is very dark. I do not own Transformers. For those of you who have heard, please stop SOPA. For those of you who don't know, here's several links (just remove the spaces):
: / www . huffingtonpost 2013/08/07/unauthorized-streaming-felony_n_3720479 . html
: / www . washingtonpost blogs/the-switch/wp/2013/08/05/sopa-died-in-2012-b ut-obama-administration-wants-to-revive-part-of-it /
: / www . techdirt articles/20130805/12472124074/administration-cant- let-go-wants-to-bring-back-felony-streaming-provis ions-sopa . shtml
and the video which caused us to find out about this horrible thing...remove the spaces, and spread the word...
: / www . youtube watch?v=1fTt4K4Cae4
For those of you who want to sign the petition to stop SOPA, here's the link:
petitions. whitehouse. gov/petition / stop-sopa-2013 / LMzMVrQF.
Now, on with the story…
It was a very sunny day on Cybertron, and its inhabitants were going about their own business. A woman with long black hair (it went down to her waist) with two blue streaks and white skin was walking down the street. She had some rather large breasts (E-cup) and a skinny body (like that of a dancer.) Her eyes were a cerulean blue, she had the softest thin pouty lips, and a cute button nose. Her arms were thin with a slight muscular built, and her fingernails were trimmed well and painted blue. She had blue long heeled boots, black tights, a long-sleeved black sweater, a blue vest, and a blue skirt. This twenty-two year old was Arcee.
Everybody in this world was human. Arcee is one of the most beautiful females to grace Cybertron's surface, and a lot of males tried to be her girlfriend. A man known as Optimus already took her. He has dated her lots of times before, but he didn't propose to her. He had called her earlier that day, and wanted to meet her at the Crystal Gardens.
She was walking down the street when she came to a crossroads. Both of the streets led to the Crystal Gardens, but there was a difference. To the left, the road lead through a bad neighborhood, and the right led through a good neighborhood. The left road was only a twenty-minute walk to the Crystal Gardens, while the right took an hour to get there. Deciding to save time, Arcee took the road to the left.
Paper and trash was blowing through the streets, as the building's windows were boarded up or gazed out with broken glass. A cat meowed as it ran across the street, chased by a dog. Many people were warned about some of the gangs that inhabited that neighborhood, but some paid no heed to them. Some of those people would venture into the neighborhood and disappear, never to be heard from again.
As Arcee walked through the neighborhood, a pair of red eyes watched her from the shadows. They watched Arcee's firm figure, her tight ass, and her breasts bounce with each step that she took. The owner watched Arcee as he thought to himself Yes, she'll do nicely.
Arcee was walking down the street, minding her own business when a strong pair of arms grabbed her from behind and a cloth was placed against her mouth. She screamed through it as she inhaled the ammonia on it. She began losing consciousness as she blacked out.
When Arcee woke up, she found herself tied to a bed, naked. A gag was over her mouth as she screamed through it. She heard a chuckling as a man stepped out from the shadows. He was muscular, tall, light-skinned, had piercing red eyes, and had short silvery light purple hair. He gave off a leer, exposing his sharp teeth as he walked up to the bed. He had no clothes on too as he mounted her and said "Hello, beautiful. My name is Megatronous, but you can call me Megatron. This is going to be your new home." Arcee screamed through the gag as she realized what was going to happen.
Hours later, Arcee was sweaty, dirty, bruised, and bleeding. The gag was off, and her limbs were no longer tied to the bed. She painfully sat up, wincing at the soreness that she felt in two areas. Blood was turning the area that she sat on a dark red, but she didn't care. She wept at what Megatron did to her.
Dawn broke through the window the next morning. Arcee didn't sleep a wink last night, as she was crying all night. She sniffed, then looked around her new home. It was a dirty place, with wallpaper peeling off the walls. The rugs were filthy, and the wooden floor was splintering. The bed that she sat on had filthy covers, now covered in blood. The window had bars, but it stared out into hundreds of miles of forest. The furniture consisted of four chairs, a table, a dresser, and a nightstand. They were all wood, and had lots of scratches on them. There were four doors in her room, but she didn't know where they went.
Some footsteps were heard as Arcee looked up to see Megatron coming in with some food. He was dressed in a black business suit, white dress shirt, black tie, and some black shoes. He placed the food on the table, then pulled up a chair to the bed. He sat down on it and said "Listen, beautiful, if you want breakfast, then you'll have to work for it." Arcee moved her gaze down from Megatron's head and her eyes widened.
An hour had passed, and Arcee was crying once again on the bed. She didn't eat, and she had a foul taste in her mouth from what Megatron made her do. She felt sick, but she kept her mouth shut. She wept into the pillow as she cried.
